"Still have the strength to talk?" Jared Quinn’s large hand parted her legs.

"I’m trying to negotiate with you." Melody Thorne tightly closed her legs.

That action made Jared Quinn’s eyes grow more dangerous, his body beginning to tense up.

...

Throughout the night, the sounds of arguments continued to emanate from the hospital ward where prisoners were kept, accompanied by the creaking of the bed, almost breaking apart.

"Jared Quinn, I want to beat you!"

"Jared Quinn, I’ll show you!"

"Jared Quinn... brother."

"Husband..."

In the end, it was impossible to tell who won and who lost.

When she opened her eyes, Melody Thorne’s limbs were sore. Last night, she had truly conquered Jared Quinn with her ability.

Her delicate, soft fingers traced Jared Quinn’s sensually balanced lips. "Did I really conquer you last night?"

Her voice was weak...

Jared Quinn’s arm wrapped around her shoulder exposed from the duvet, his bare chest half exposed.

Last night, the little woman in his arms was like a seductive little fairy, repeatedly shouting that she wanted to conquer him. The fiery passion she exhibited was something he had never seen before...

Although last night, he deliberately let her win.

"Mm, conquered," came the man’s satisfied voice from above, laced with a hint of laughter.

Melody Thorne moved her hand from his lips. "Remember not to bring up obedience in front of me, I have the ability to handle anything."

"I’ll be watching," Jared Quinn kissed her forehead, curious to see how capable she really was.

"Okay." Satisfied with his answer, Melody Thorne drifted back to sleep.

When she awoke, she found herself in a different bedroom. Although it couldn’t compare to Quinn Villa, it was far better than her previous accommodations.

Quinn Corporation had many matters to attend to, and Jared Quinn had already gone to the company. Having promised not to interfere with Melody Thorne, he was just observing.

Melody Thorne changed into a new outfit and got out of bed.

"Madam, lunch is ready," said the woman who entered, the same one who applied blood on her last night. She was a female soldier, probably brought by Harold Chapman for convenience.

"Did Harold get you here?" Melody Thorne glanced at the breakfast. It looked quite refined, but the cooking skill wasn’t particularly sophisticated.

"Yes." Mentioning Harold made Chloe Summers blush a little.

Melody Thorne almost spat out the milk she had just drunk, slightly doubting her eyes. "You don’t happen to like Harold, do you?"

Harold Chapman was even less romantic than Jared Quinn, only knowing how to fight.

"Why couldn’t I?" Chloe Summers lifted her chin. "Harold is so great—handsome, a major general, and crucially, he doesn’t have any women around him. Why wouldn’t I like such a devoted man?"

Melody Thorne: "..."

No women around because he’s dedicated, or because he’s so cold and tough?

"Good luck," Melody Thorne smiled without further comment.

"Thank you."

Melody Thorne noticed that Chloe Summers carried herself like a debutante and might even be here to pursue Harold. But she had a great personality, and such pure-hearted girls are rare these days.

"Want to go out later?" Melody Thorne proposed.

"Really? Where to?"

"You’ll know when we get there."

After eating, Melody Thorne suddenly felt a sharp pain in her stomach, like a needle prick—not unbearable, but unfamiliar to her.